Weekend Warriors

Saturday night in light of no better plans, Tommy and I packed two flasks--one with dark rum and the other with margarita mix (the only mixer we could find in our bare fridge)--and began a walk from our apartment to Washington Square Park. We stopped at each subway stop to take a swig out of each flask. We walked and talked. We sat and bitched. We finally got to the Park and sat for a while watching a scruffy boy punch the keys of his iMac, a group of gangsta types freestyle rap, and screaming undergrads race past scurrying rats.

Not an ideal date night but that's what these two poor singles did on a Manhattan Saturday.